January 16, 2009

Malcolm Charles Moody

It's Malcolm's 14th birthday today. He's my Malcolm in the middle, my enigma child. I have to empty his pockets of knives before he goes to the movies, yet he will watch five hours of Pride and Prejudice with his sister and her girlfriends- and enjoy it. He's my karate-kicking, piano-playing, guitar-picking son. He loves his fat, furry cat and adores his new corn snake. He can't still for more than a couple minutes and yet he's memorized all of Phillipians and is half-way through James. He recited Patrick Henry's "Give Me Liberty or Give Me Death" and got a standing ovation and tears. But he can't remember to clean the catbox. He makes me laugh; he makes me cry... he's my Malcolm.

1 comment:

I am Mom said...

Beautifully said Molly - your boy!